My extended family has its nudists nudist contingent — something we always beaches as an oddity when Nudists was growing up, until I actually grew up and realised it was perfectly normal.
So when we were looking around for things to do on our recent visit to Swanage, in Dorset, it seemed like an obvious choice. Naturists are campaigning for naked sunbathing rights in London nude.
The entire beach is two and a half miles long, but the nudist bit takes up less than half of that.
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When we eventually arrive, the place is quiet. A swift, hopefully unintrusive glance at the people in this area of the beach is enough to confirm that we are definitely, unambiguously in the beaches spot.
At first it naturists feels weird — as if you forgot to do something, like get dressed. And you wonder if anyone is staring. Your first reaction after disrobing nudists inevitable. Am I going to get into trouble? You keep imagining a police officer suddenly beaches nude of nowhere, covering you up with his truncheon oo-erfollowed by a public naturists prosecution.
I went to a naturist beach for the first time and this is what it was like
But soon you realise that no one is looking at you, just as you are not looking at them. The dog-walkers and strolling couples have eyes for the ocean, or each other. Nobody, naturists far as I can make out, is sneakily angling the lens of an iPhone although why on earth would you want to take a photo of random naked strangers, unless that was what turned you on?